Dandelion!

For some reason, every time you hear this name, Wen Liang will feel a thrill for no reason. He has made every decision along the way and is invincible. Qingzhou, Guanshan, and Beijing have paved a road to heaven step by step, but only this dandelion is everywhere like a maggot on the tars. It is always when you are most unintentionally, you can quietly touch a branch and leaf belonging to it.

Such a sphere of influence is enough to make people feel uneasy and even more terrifying. In Dandelion, there are outstanding talents from all walks of life to rely on it. From the Drum who is skilled in tea art, to Qishu, who is famous in Qingzhou, from the mysterious cat girl hidden behind the scenes, to Tang Ye who is in a high position, just the people Wen Liang has met, all of them are the best. When a leaf falls, you can see how deep and unfathomable the dandelion is.

Wen Liang has always been unable to understand the bottom of the dandelion, so he instinctively stayed away from it, but when he heard this news from Wan Siwei, he felt it was natural.

Apart from the water in the capital, where can such a giant be raised?

"...But the most famous Dandelion is the Twelve Beauties of the Capital. The best-class girl selected from all over the country every year is named after the verdict in the Dream of Red Mansions. What is the stop-off and the golden jade like ice? It is natural to say that each of them is worth a lot of money. The key is that they do not have enough identity and status, and generally they have no hope of having a love love..."

"Ah?" Fan Bo was stunned for a moment, remembering the erotic beauty in the jacuzzi before. It seemed that the girls who looked like fairy were calling these names.

What a character Wan Siwei is best at? He is good at observing his words and expressions to understand people's hearts, and said in surprise: "Brother, have you tried it? Dandelion Mile is extremely strict. Without more than three members as a security guard, outsiders cannot enter at all. And anyone who wants to meet the Twelve Beauties has to make an appointment in advance..."

Fan Bo's heart beat up and asked in a trembling voice: "Director Wan, you said just now that they are all very valuable, how high are they?"

"It's time to drink 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. If you want to take it out, you can't do it."

Fan Bo said hoarsely, "What if the twelve of them are together?"

This time it was Wan Siwei's turn to be stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "We can only think about this kind of thing. Don't say that I don't have the ability, there may not be many people in the entire capital with this ability... Uh. Can't you... Hum?"

Fan Bo swallowed his saliva with difficulty, turned his head to look at Wen Liang, and stammered: "Mr. Lei is really... really..."

Wan Siwei didn't know what happened. His eyes looked at Wen Liang immediately became respectful. Even his subordinates could ascend to heaven and enjoy such a long-lasting blessing. As the boss, Wen Liang's identity was even more evident.

He came to Beijing. What he asked for was not to find a thick enough thigh to hug it? This trip tonight is worth it!

Although Wen Liang knew that the money earned by some top clubs in a year could be as high as many people's lifetime income, he still did not expect that in this era, he had become rich first.

Lei Fang treats guests so much!

Wen Liang sighed in his heart, glanced at Wan Siwei, who was suddenly refreshed, and chuckled: "I had known that Mr. Lei was so spending so much, I should have refused earlier..."

Wan Siwei licked her face and waited here. It was just for Lei Fang, and it was difficult for him to patiently talk to Fan Bo for a long time. He did not mention Lei Fang in a word. Wen Liang was never stingy with smart people. Moreover, he had intended to show goodwill to the other party and gave him a reason to get to the topic, which was also the right thing to do in the question.

Wan Siwei slapped his forehead suddenly and said, "Look at me, because of the relationship between Mr. Wen and Mr. Lei, let alone the Twelve Beauties, you can do whatever you want in the entire capital. Brother Fan, you are not kind-hearted. I let my brother blew for a long time, and you are just laughing at me."

There are two skins in the officialdom, one against the top and one against the bottom. Director Wan tried a little, and his words not only eliminated the embarrassment, but also made Fan Bo feel as if he was soaking in spring breeze and said he didn't dare to. The atmosphere in the room was more harmonious than when he was talking about women just now.

Wen Liang reciprocates and asks on his own initiative: "What's the matter with Brother Wan coming to Beijing this time? Just speak up if you are useful. I will do my best."

Wan Siwei was still thinking about why she pulled the topic to pleading without any trace. After hearing Wen Liang's heart-warming words, her eyes were a little wet, and she forced herself to suppress her. She slowly told the future Beijing affairs.

The matter is well estimated to be from Wen Liang. This iron-fisted figure in the telecommunications industry was at the lowest point in his life. He was betrayed by everyone in the Jiangyue postal and telecommunications system, and the province had no backing, so he was almost in danger. This trip to the capital was his last goal, and he would succeed if he failed.

"I just want to move a place in the province. If the transportation is not available, I can't go to urban construction. If it really doesn't work, just find a Qingshui Yamen. As long as the top leader is not angry, it's enough, but..."

Wen Liang had dealt with telecommunications systems a lot in his previous life. He had a deep understanding of Wan Siwei's resume. He knew that just three months later, Deputy Director Wan, who was at the end of the road, was transformed into deputy director of the Mobile Communications Bureau of the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, and was later promoted to director of the State Administration of Telecommunications, deputy director of the Ministry of Information Industry, etc. Until that incident in 2010, he was arrested. For fifteen years, he had been cruising on the front line of the strong development of the Republic's information industry and became an important figure.

This is much better than the top leader of the Qingshui Yamen he expected at this time!

The icing on the cake will never be as good as a timely help!

Wen Liang comforted Wan Siwei for a few words, frowned, and seemed to be in a very difficult situation. After a while, he said: "Brother Wan, you know the affairs in the capital. There are many yamen and deep pools, and it is hundreds of times more difficult to do things than outside the country. Since Mr. Lei agreed to you, he must be fully confident, and I will still..."

Wan Siwei couldn't hide a trace of disappointment in his eyes and said, "I know Mr. Lei's energy, but it's been more than a month. Mr. Lei has not given me the right words. I'm going to say that this money is like flowing water. I'm really afraid that in the end I will lose even the pension money and I will lose all the money."

This was a little bit in deep words. It seemed that Wan Siwei was still angry at Lei Fang. Wen Liang thought to himself that Lei Fang might be really trying to fight, and smiled and said, "The matter must be done slowly, and I can't hurry. Just talk to me like this. Don't mention it anymore, otherwise it will be difficult for me to speak for your brother."

Of course, Wan Siwei was not a fool. The purpose of saying this was to test Wen Liang. At this time, he became suspicious and suddenly stood up and knelt down, saying, "Mr. Wen, you have a close relationship with Young Master Lei. You must help me, otherwise I will really have a way out."

Wen Liang hurriedly supported him. Wan Siwei didn't really want to kneel down, so he stood up as he tried. Seeing that his posture was almost done, Wen Liang thought for a moment and said, "Actually, what you said is right. Putting your hope on someone may not be a good thing. Let's do this, I'll talk to you again. It's really not possible. Brother Wan, there are other ways to do this..."

When Wen Liang returned to his room, when he saw Wan Siwei away, Fan Bo finally couldn't help asking: "Mr. Wen, do you really want to help him? Is it worth the effort to put in such a lot of effort? Besides, helping may not be beneficial?"

"Look at the long term!"

Wen Liang pushed the door and walked into the room, leaving Fan Bo to think hard outside the door. With his vision and insight, he couldn't figure out what would happen if he helped Wan Siwei move a place? Jiangyue Province was far away in the sky, what's the use for Wen Liang, who is in Qingzhou?

After taking a shower, I just lay on the big bed in the bedroom. The landline at the head of the bed rang. Wen Liang did not wait for the person opposite to speak, and picked up the phone and said directly: "Is there any special service? Come up directly!"

The microphone choked for a while, and it took a long time to hear laughter: "Okay, 10 million a night, sir, can you afford it?"

Wen Liang had a smile on his face and said, "At worst, I can give you the other half of Qinghe shares. This is called dying under the peony flowers, and I am happy if I don't have money."

Of course, Ning Xi was on the other side of the microphone. With her great magical powers, she should have known what happened in Yizhuang at night. She called her and was expected by Wen Liang.

"Haha, what you said? Do you want me to fly over now? Let's pay the money and the goods at the same time?"

Listening to Ning Xiqing's cold and charming voice, Wen Liang's heart slowly calmed down. It would be a lie to say that everything that happened tonight had no effect on him.

When he was in the capital, he could feel the condescending and oppressive power and depression of the Red Children. He came alone and was not completely under his control, but he could thread a needle and take advantage of the snobbery to step on Mo Xiaoan in an occasion where the Huagai gathered, warned Lei Fang, and initially proved his existence in the capital.

All this seems to be refreshing, but it is extremely illusory. It is likely that Mo Xiaoan or even others will be swallowed in one bite tomorrow morning without even leaving bones. That is why Ning Xi seemed to be jokingly proposing to fly back to Beijing. First, he did not want to hurt Wen Liang's self-esteem, but secondly, it also means that the situation is not safe.

Wen Liang didn't want to admit defeat so easily. Of course, he wouldn't be so arrogant that he had to deal with it alone, but felt that there should be a turning point in this matter, and he might not have no chance of winning.

"Ning Xi, do you recognize Shangguan Chenlu?"

Wen Liang talked about what happened on the train, Ning Xi suddenly fell silent for a moment and chuckled: "I also said, how could Shangguan, who has always ignored these messy things, go racing on behalf of that boy Lei Fang? It turns out that it is for you to give face. The handsome guy is popular everywhere..."

Wen Liang smiled bitterly and said, "Although I am handsome, I am also self-aware. Let's talk about it, why did Shangguan Chenlu take good care of me? Who is she?"

(This is a curse, something happens once it is updated, and it will take a long time to settle it. Sorry, this book seems to be incompatible with my horoscope)

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